People don't die from suicide;they die from sadness
~anonymous~
I have to buy a new personal journal now. Mine is fucking ruined completley. All my thoughts, all of my inner battles, my lyrics, my notes. Torn. Ripped out. Crushed. Out of my journal.
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Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
YOU ARE READING
Feeling.
RandomThis is just songs on what my mood is like. If u don't like it suck my d*ck and get off my page.
